Tony & Elvis
Tony has his music on,
a whole lotta shakin'
as he sits
sipping coffee on his steps
so many times, daylight distends
an arm of sky on this terrain
of early morning open flowers
and always Tony sitting there
an older man, an enigma,
a steady listener Elvis fan
he cups his coffee with both hands
and if I ask him for the time
he likes to watch the morning sky
and says it's going on to five
and there we sit, silence compressed,
me, with my elbows on my knees
we watch the cardinals as they sing
he once had many wives he claims
as he shakes journeys from his sleeve
and as he leaves to paint a house
he found in town when he was out
he ponders on some
blue suede shoes & sings to
final curtain too
then finds his keys & starts his truck
and says he thinks that's everything
he stashes wine
behind his seat
and rumbles off down lonely street.